"Calibrate direction, prepare the ammunition!"
On the platform, a thousand Ironclad Trebuchets swiftly rotated, aiming at the plains below.
"Fire! Hit them hard for me!" exclaimed the Undying Scoundrel excitedly.
The Catapults of Godslayer Sword were getting close to Fort Krips, and Qin Han was ambitious with pride, but suddenly the sharp whistling cut through the sky. Hearing this sound, his face changed as he saw a dense rain of iron projectiles falling from the sky.
What's going on?
Qin Han hadn't reacted yet when the iron projectiles whistled down, followed by thunderous explosions. The Catapults of Godslayer Sword were blasted to pieces, wood debris flying everywhere.
After just one round of attack, only a tenth or two of over a hundred Ironclad Trebuchets remained, most were destroyed beyond use.